The Faded River
The banquet hall of the City of Ashwood smelled of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the heavy, cloying sweetness of honey cakes that had been left too long in the sun, a scent that clung to the velvet cushions and the stone arches, settling into the pores of the skin like a second, sticky layer of existence, where the great oak tables groaned under the weight of silver platters and the laughter...
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